para Anohni

she tethers me to this sucky Earth,

in which mirrors tell me there is, in me,

plenty of

fear,

appetite,

an unrelenting itch,

to pass by

every fractured moment of ringing pleasure,

with her every moment of ringing pleasure.

I have been gnawed by the stare

that remains

after the screen goes dark.

Made me crash,

then course correct.